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I yelled, and the little hint of playfulness in his eyes was now gone, leaving only an eerie smile and looks that could probably kill me in a second. “I don’t belong to you, not anymore, not when you’ve just drawn the goddamn line about our relationship, about us. You’re my stepfather, that’s what you are. Also, the person who’s hurting me with every passing second of my life which I gladly want to end, if that would take away all this pain.” I deadpan, sizing him up.

Stephen was a son at 28. Two sexual potents. Two intellectuals. Two lost. Ripped from their own blood ties. I'm on a trip, back to my home. The semester has come to an end and now we need some time with our families to renew our energies. I'm going to pick up one more book to read, because the journey is long. But I'm reading it slowly because I've been getting sick reading on moving transport. I'll stop here. ** There are a few kilometers to go before reaching the house where my father and stepmother are living. Well, they moved again.

Not when I was staring at the same possessive rage that made my skin crawl. “I’m not yours, Quinn,” I said, voice shaking even as I forced the words out. “I’d rather be alone forever than be mated to my own stepbrother. One whose father wants me dead!” Something dark and painful flashed across his face. For a second he looked like I’d actually stabbed him. Then his hand came up, cupping my jaw, thumb brushing my cheek almost gently. His voice dropped to a rough whisper. “You can fight it all you want, Freya. But the bond doesn’t care what you hate. And neither do I.”

“Tell me exactly who owns this pretty little pussy.” “You do,” I cried out loudly, my voice breaking completely as the intense physical pleasure ripped through my core. “My stepfather owns me completely.” Each hard, heavy thrust of his hips seemed to physically push away the lingering terror of Victoria’s blackmail threat. Stephen fucked my body mercilessly until I crashed over the edge of a violent orgasm twice in a row, screaming his name into the empty room. Then, he pushed himself to the absolute hilt inside my warmth, letting out a deep groan as he filled my depths with thick, hot jets of his release, marking my body as his personal property once again.

It looked like something from a storybook. "Welcome home!" A deep voice called out. A tall man stepped off the porch, and Lily recognized him from the wedding photos. Alpha Kane, soon to be her stepfather, had graying black hair and kind eyes. He looked strong and important, the way alphas were supposed to look. Mom jumped out of the truck and ran into his arms. They kissed, and Lily looked away, her cheeks warming. Luna woke up and pressed her cold nose against Lily's neck. "I know," Lily whispered, scratching behind Luna's ears. "We'll be okay. We have to be."

"You are mine now, Rayla." "What is wrong with you? I'm your step-sister!" I cried out. . . . TBC

His stepbrother. Back then, his father had fathered a child with one of his mistresses and brought the same child back for his mother to take care of. His father never hid his favoritism toward his illegitimate son. When their father died ten years ago, he had left all the properties, including the Anderson Group, to his illegitimate son. But his mother was smart enough to bribe the lawyer to change the will in his favor, leaving his stepbrother with nothing. But recently, his stepbrother had come back as a CEO of a new company.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, my head burying into the crook of his neck as he carried me smoothly up the winding stone stairs toward the master suite. The city, the university, the old apartment on 4th Street—it all felt like a movie I had watched years ago. The rival heirs had been relocated, the mafia councils had been liquidated, and the thrones were entirely obsolete. I had chosen wealth, I had chosen safety, and most importantly, I had chosen the billionaire stepfather who had rewritten the rules of the world just to keep me by his side. And as the glass doors of our private pavilion slid shut behind us, locking out the rest of the world, I knew our empire was completely untoucha

"Tell me who owns this gallery. Tell me who owns you." I looked down at the man who had ruined my life to own it, and for the first time, I didn't see my stepfather. I saw the only man I would ever know. "You do," I whispered, the words breaking as I realized I was finally, truly lost. Julian stood up, pulling me into a kiss that tasted of scotch and victory. As he pressed me back against the wall, I knew that tomorrow, when the doors to the gallery opened, the world would see the Director. But in this room, in the dark, I was nothing but his.

My hand trembles as I collect the letter from her. “Did you see them yourself when they came?”I asked. My tongue felt like it was tied with a rope. I felt downcast. Being alive and my stepmother and my stepsister are disowning me and taking charge of my late father’s company. “.No, a representative came to drop the letter to my manager”.